Chapter 5 A Steamy Moment With The Stranger

The drive was silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts as minutes ticked by. I could not believe that I was following a man old enough to be my father just to get fucked. That went against my morals, against what I was taught, against what I always believed in. It defied everything I upheld as a dignified woman. But as I sat there in the car beside the man, burning in the inferno of the rage from the betrayal and the madness of what I was about to commit, none of that mattered. Nothing at all. Finally, we arrived at the man’s affluent home. I barely had time to take in the sleek, modern decor of the man’s humongous house before he jumped right on me as soon as the door clicked shut behind us. He pressed me against the door, his lips finding mine in a demanding, consuming kiss that caused me to tremble with desire and anticipation. In an instant, everything in the outside world faded—the betrayal and the pain, and the shame. What mattered was the present moment as I savored the sweet feeling of being in his arms. I surrendered myself whole to the moment, holding nothing back. My arms draped around his neck while his hands slid down to my hips, pressing his manly fingers into my butt as he pulled me against him. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the couch. He laid me down gently, and his weight descended on me as his hands roamed my body and explored my every curve. He pulled away briefly, just to study my expression perhaps, as if to ask me whether I was ready to swim in that madness with him. I didn’t have to speak. I was certain that my expression gave him all the answers he needed. And he read me so well, giving me a smile as he captured my lips again. And I could feel the smugness even as he kissed me deep and slow, with a mint of rough and gentleness. Every stroke took my desire to another degree, craving for more; More of his sweet kisses, more of his addictive touch, and more of his sweet warmth. I wanted to live in that moment, beneath him. Whether he took it further or not, that moment had already become memorable to me. I gasped when his lips left mine to trail down my neck, his stubble brushing against my sensitive skin. I moaned in pleasure, each moan louder and hungrier than the previous one, begging and urging him to continue. My breath hitched as he nipped lightly at my collarbone, his hands slipping under the hem of my dress. The fabric bunched around my thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of my small waist. “Oh,” I moaned, the desire building in me. And he moaned back, his hands leaving me to work on undoing his pants, which took less than a second. All his bottom wear went down in one go, and I helped in taking off his upper body wear. Then he took off my dress and took a moment to admire my gorgeous body under the thin fabric of my panties and bra. As for me, I was devouring the sight of his huge, gorgeous bulge with my eyes. It appeared painfully hard, erect like it would never fall again. The veins made it appear more beastly, more scrumptious. “Is the view good enough?” He groans, tracing his fingers up my thighs. I knew he was aware that I loved what what was in display before my not-so-innocent eyes, but I gave him the satisfaction of hearing it directly from my mouth. “Absolutely. Aren't I already dripping wet?” He raised an eyebrow, and the most beautiful smile that I had never seen lit up his cold features. The warmth burned me beneath him. Then he bent down and gently pulled my panties down and unclasped my bra, tossing them both away. Then I felt his eyes on my dripping pot of honey. I shook from the embarrassment of him seeing me all drenched in my wetness. I was extremely wet. My very first time being that wet, if I was being honest. “My, oh, my! I am honored by this sight alone. So ready, huh?” he spoke in a satisfied, sexy tone that made my walls shake even more. Then he grabbed his shaft, teasing my entrance with it. I let out a moan of desire and appreciation. “You like that, don’t you, Doc?” He groaned, playing with my wet entrance. I bet he loved how I was meeting him halfway, trying to force him inside of me already. “Ooh, yes,” I responded. “Tell me what you want, baby, and it will all be yours. All of it, baby. Just say it,” he said, and our eyes locked for a long moment, the tip of his cock lingering on my entrance. Ooh, if only he knew what I wanted and how much of it I desired. Then again, I was sure he knew very well what I wanted as I stared at him with my lustrous eyes. “Fuck me, sir. Make me forget everything. Please?” I finally found my voice, pleading in a low, faint tone. “I am honored to grant your wish, baby.” He groaned, his eyes darkening. He thrust inside of me slowly, looking deep into my eyes and pausing in between to allow me adjust. And I appreciatively welcomed him with a moan of ecstasy when his tip touched my base. I arched my back, welcoming each stroke and each thrust, my fingers clutching at his shoulders as his lips claimed me once more, and everything flowed in one rhythm. The kisses, the moans, the thrusts, the touches, all of them went in line with the other. So calculated, my God! Time stood still, me pain fading away and the present moment stretching with urgency, our breaths mingling in the heated air. I allowed myself to freely get lost in the moment, taking it all in with the same passion it was given to me. After minutes of heated, slow, and sweet passion, we climaxed together. After he fully emptied himself in me, he pulled out gently and rolled off me. We lay on the couch, his hands holding me tight but with care, as if he was holding something so fragile. Something he was not willing to ever let go of. Or maybe, it was all an illusion of my messed up mind. He drifted into a sound sleep, but I could not. I stayed up, staring at his peaceful face, the madness that happened on a whim bubbling in me, causing me to slip from his sweet hold. Everything had happened too fast. It was a series of messes from the moment I walked in on Vincent and Marylyn. And the last mess that was staring at me that moment topped everything. “What have I done?” I murmured as I rolled out of the bed. I collected my clothes from the floor and put them on. Next, I put on my stilettos. I then fixed my dress and ran my fingers through my messed-up hair. I didn’t want to walk on the streets spelling sex for everyone to see. Before sneaking out, I took a distance and took a very good look at the stranger. A total stranger who just made me feel so alive in just a spun of a moment. I knew nothing about him. Not even his name or who he was. If anything, I at least knew he was sweet and gentle, and he didn’t doubt my capabilities as a doctor. I took in a deep breath and headed to the door, sneaking out of the room. Managing to escape before the man woke up saved me the embarrassment of having to face him. I hailed a taxi outside and hopped on the first one that made a stop. The rest of the day, I went home and slept soundly through the light and darkness. And weirdly, the only thing I dreamt about was that steamy moment with the stranger. He was right after all. That moment erased my pain. I didn't know how long I had before the pain returned, though, but I didn't want to bother myself with that. We live each moment at a time, right? Yes, and that was what I chose to do. Relish that one-time juicy moment with a stranger.